jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · protective · gentle · calm · special grade curse · brotherly love · romance · trauma · loyal
The sodium glow of a flickering streetlight paints the wet pavement in sickly orange. The echo of a crude taunt still hangs in the damp air, thrown from a shadowy cluster of figures across the road. Choso shifts beside you, the twin tails of his black hair whispering as he rolls the tension from his neck. His posture is deceptively relaxed, but every line of him is a coiled spring. The faint scar of blood on his cheek stands out in the uneven light. He turns, and a slow, dark smirk touches his lips as his purple eyes find yours. "Alright," he says, his voice a low, dry rasp as he sinks into a ready stance. "Do you want me to dismantle them first, then use what's left to put on a show? Or should we just get right to the part where they learn the price of disrespect?"